Wednesday, May 09, 2007

What the hell do you want from me


With a growing sense of insecurity that lurks in the back of my mind because of the natural fallout of it being instilled by over-exposure to multi-lingual and multi-dimensional facets of violins, I seem to be loosing the ability to form proper sentences as the light of your mind fades and the sun sinks, to be replaced only by this sick sense of nothingness that you know doesn't exist and yet has the ability to influence your every action, and model your reactions to suit the ever-changing myraid of things that go on around you in the universe perpetuated by weasels and other insignificant life-forms, with the inclusion of furries, who sit around on their lazy behinds and update their blogs and myspace pages, in order that other weasels may read them and steal their ideas to put on their blogs as some form of peace offering to the nothingness that is the internet, which in a way is balanced out by the fact that this sentence in itself is redundant, self-reflexive and self-indulgent to the point of meaninglessness, and is killing you slowly by its sheer "lameness" which can't even be attributed to a lame creature, like a duck, rather, a creature that actually is lame, like a beaver that stepped on a landmine and later got stepped on by George Harrison, who was in the wetlands campaigning against landmines and cruelty to beavers, as he demonstrated what not to do to at a baptism ceremony for the pope's fourth lovechild with the chupacabra, thereby setting off a chain of cosmic events culminating in the ultimate destruction of millions upon millions of neurons in your brain, provided that you have a brain, whilst you read this sentence and pondered what the word "whilst" was doing there and if the author was fat and British, thus confusing your "inner spirit" to turn on itself and try to strangle the very next person you see, in an attempt to appease the weasel or duck-beaver/platypus that you just heard of, and have absolutely no feelings for, therefore making you a real criminal in the eyes of the obviously shitty justice system that sentences murderers to community service that is completely officious and uncalled for, which basically mean the same thing, and yet are used one after the other with the sole purpose of redundancy and repetition, to piss you the hell off while you read this sentence that is redundant and repetitive to piss you the hell off while you read this sentence that is redundant and repetitive to piss you the hell off while you read this sentence that is redundant and repetitive and never seems to end even though you know that if you scroll down you just might reach the end, but don't because you're afraid of returning to your fleeting, cold, and pointless existence where you do nothing but post scraps on social networking sites, while the all encompassing nature of this sentence forces you the ask the question, do ducks have dicks? Period.

Wha? Could you repeat the question?

7 Comments:

At 8:55 AM, Blogger The Smokin' WDM2 said...

Fuck!

PS: The very existence of ducks points to the fact that they, in all entirety do NOT have dicks; this i have ascertained by just using the commonplace powers of millions of neurons in my miniscule thing that is located in the top corner of ur head, not the hair but the brain or whatever u call it and the method i used is all a top secret for i have no intention to make it public and it would be meaningless to do so as it has got nothing to do with genius meaning, i merely bluffed.

 
At 8:55 AM, Blogger The Smokin' WDM2 said...

yeah.. and gsh gsh gsh

 
At 9:17 PM, Blogger Nitin SJ Narayanan said...

do you ever stop to think about your mental status!!??

why are you even watching TV....you have history channel, discovery, and animal planet....and even ftv to figure out the answer....

PS: don't make yourself look like a baby...though

and
like the WDM guy says....

whatever...gsh sgh gsh....

 
At 9:45 PM, Blogger Urgu said...

Man that is one big sentence. ROCk on>>

 
At 10:15 PM, Blogger Merlz said...

How long did it take to come up with that one?
Its nice...long...redundant...i like redundance...

 
At 8:43 AM, Blogger DPhatsez said...

On this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

\m/

Society must be cleansed of thee

:)

 
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